The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 129: Don’t be angry, don’t be angry

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"Okay, let me say thank you on behalf of grandma first," Chen Qingxuan said, while handing another baggage to A Chou's hand, and said a little awkwardly, "Here are some brown sugar, red dates and ginger. , you usually eat more red dates, then...if you feel uncomfortable for a few days, just make **** soup, brown sugar tea and drink it."

"Oh," Achou was startled, then blushed and lowered her head. She took the bundle from Chen Qingxuan's hand and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Okay, I'll go down the mountain if nothing happens." Chen Qingxuan said.

"Okay, go on your way." A Chou said hurriedly.

Chen Qingxuan waved to him, then turned and went down the mountain.

A Chou looked at Chen Qingxuan's retreating back and felt a little guilty. She went up the mountain to give her embroidery work and supplements. She had to invite them in for a drink. Tea, but Zhong Mingwei is physically inconvenient, and he is holding back too much...

That’s right!

Zhong Mingwei is still holding it in!

The next second, A Chou closed the door with a bang and ran towards the room with his luggage.

Zhong Mingwei also quickly closed the window and returned to his original position. As soon as he sat down, A Chou rushed in, panting and put the baggage in his hand on the kang, while coming over to help Zhong Mingwei: "Quick, I Help you down, don’t hold yourself back..."

"I really don't want to." Zhong Mingwei was speechless. Why does this girl not let go every time she catches something?

"Really don't want to?" A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei with a puzzled face. Seeing that Zhong Mingwei really didn't mean this, he breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down, and after a while he suddenly tilted his head and looked at Zhong Mingwei, " That's not right, why haven't you wanted to take advantage of it for so long? Are you constipated? Let me go down the mountain and buy you some senna leaves?"

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "..."

"Oh oh oh, you can just pretend I didn't say anything," A Chou knew he had made a mistake and was busy trying to make up for it, "I really didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either!"

Zhong Mingwei breathed in silently and exhaled silently, warning himself again and again not to be angry or angry.

"What's in here?" Before A Chou could speak again, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he changed the subject, pointed at the baggage and asked A Chou, "What did the man named Chen bring you?"

"Oh, it was Grandma Chen who gave me the embroidery job. It should be that Grandma Chen asked Mr. Chen to bring it up because it was inconvenient for her to climb the mountain," A Chou said, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a face full of joy, "Grandma Chen, this I have taken on a big job for the first time, and this time I can earn at least four taels of silver. We have enough money for firewood and rice and noodles this winter!"

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei said silently, glancing at the not-so-small burden. His heart, which was originally sour, was now full of distress and disappointment.

"Do you still want to eat?" A Chou looked at the remaining food on the small table and asked Zhong Mingwei hesitantly.

“I don’t want to eat it,” Zhong Mingwei said, while adding, “Save it for next meal.”

"Yes." Ah Chou was so busy that she agreed, feeling a little happy. There was still a lot of noodle soup left, so she just poured it down. She was really reluctant to part with it, and it was difficult for Zhong Mingwei not to dislike it.

At that moment, A Chou packed up the dishes and took them out to wash.

Zhong Mingwei was meaningless sitting on the kang. He looked at the two bundles beside him and reached out to untie them. One bundle was filled with needles and threads, which made him dizzy just looking at it, while the other bundle...

Zhong Mingwei was stunned when he looked at the brown sugar, **** and red dates inside. He looked at the bag of brown sugar intently, then suddenly turned around and looked through the crack of the window at a **** sticking out. The girl who was washing dishes by the well, what A Chou said before suddenly echoed in his mind...

"That Mr. Chen also knows medical skills and can accurately feel your pulse. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you don't have to go all the way to the market to see a doctor. You can just go down the mountain and see Mr. Chen."

……

Zhong Mingwei tied the bundle again with trembling fingers. He sat blankly on the kang, staring straight at the pink pillow at the head of the bed. For a long time, he saw the hands in his sleeves. Clench into a fist.